Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1783 - 843: 2 Pieces of White Land

Chapter 1783: Chapter 843: 2 Pieces of White Land

It is said that during wartime, Japanese people did not fear death but were afraid of being beheaded.

As for the reasons, there are various opinions: some say they believe being beheaded would result in losing their soul and prevent reincarnation; others say they fear not being able to return to the shrine...

But Yan Fei sneers at this: even if souls really exist, or if they could return to the shrine, Boss Yan wouldn’t mind making them die once more if they dare to continue opposing him.

Upon hearing that they have a belief in gods here, Yan Fei very much hopes their beliefs are true. Then he could test whether the chaotic entities they worship could be captured by him and used as laborers...

It has to be said, once Boss Yan leaves his wife, he can’t help but swell with self-importance.

But at this moment, he doesn’t think so; with just one slash, the slightly blocked feeling he had upon arrival is barely relieved a bit. Fortunately, there’s a big reception hall outside, and plenty of people inside.

It wasn’t a mere coincidence as if his arrival made everyone gather together. In fact, these people’s presence was all because of him—it was precisely due to his sudden rise that Sora Ishihara felt somewhat slack and thus began to assemble manpower for diligence, handling more matters personally.

Outside the door, two maids and two bodyguards stood idly, staring at the courtyard’s artificial mountain and flowing water, the pavilion, and terraces.

Although not the best season, the courtyard scenery remains. Sora Ishihara’s lifestyle can be described as indulgent; anyway, he’s old and indifferent to reputation, living as he wishes. The cost to maintain a courtyard amounts to nothing.

The clattering footsteps echoing from inside the house surprised the four at the door.

They, familiar with the situation here, knew that Dairo Ishihara wouldn’t wear such shoes to meet the current family head, nor could old Ishihara Sora step out with such footsteps.

So when Yan Fei emerged from indoors, flaunting a perfect physique, wearing only shorts, flip-flops on his feet, and wielding a long sword in hand, they were stunned.

When the four reacted, the two maids opened their mouths to shout, and the two bodyguards instinctively reached into their coats to draw weapons...

Yan Fei then moved, seemingly disappearing instantly from the four’s sight, a faint shadow flashed through the corridor.

Wherever it went, all the guards and wandering bodyguards, including the two maids, vanished without a trace. When the shadow stopped, the two bodyguards at the reception hall entrance also disappeared.

The room, filled with people clutching various documents and whispering, noticed the anomaly only then, bewildered by the young man standing at the doorway with a knife.

Most living in times of peace, regardless of awareness, haven’t experienced life or death. Thus, among this group, except for two old men who quickly began shouting for bodyguards, the others, upon realizing, started to curse and question.

The room, after a brief uproar, returned to calm.

Outside, bodyguards and drivers began rushing this way, but only those running fast could soon enjoy the alien sights; others found no difference, even if directly drawing weapons while running.

...

In the Morning Glory base, a group stood bewildered amidst pasture grass.

On the fringe, a yellow-haired fool chuckled foolishly, treading on the first entrant, Dairo Ishihara — who had asked too many questions upon entry!

The newcomers desired action, but the patrol team had already arrived.

From Dairo Ishihara’s arrival, the patrol rapidly reacted, not only gathering quickly but also blowing whistles, summoning support and alert...

Considering combat response ability, this group of patrolling laborers ranks top in the world on Earth. Moreover, since arriving here, the usually serene pastoral scene hides unknowns—no one knows when a passing, blind Pterosaur might descend for a meal, or when stray dinosaurs might test the fence’s sturdiness...

Besides, a family of Suchomimus thrives by the river, having divided several times; those creatures frequently rove about, looking for free meals—they recognize only two things: Boss Yan and the weapons that the laborers can use to make sounds.

Under such circumstances, not only are current patrols professional soldiers, but even the original lab staff and ranch guards, though perhaps not skilled otherwise, react quickly.

Because those slow to react have vanished unknown where!

Dairo Ishihara had barely taken two beatings when the patrol enveloped the area tightly, all weapons aimed at the central clearing—today, the boss had ordered, newcomers might arrive, everyone had prepared for reception.

Indeed, more people began appearing.

Bodyguards with hands tucked in their coats stood dumbfounded, surveying the abruptly shifted scene, then checking their surroundings, and prudently withdrew their hands!

Those who adapt to circumstances are wise!

They were all courtyard guards; the little toys in their coats couldn’t compare with the gear wielded by these soldiers. More so, they vaguely perceived substantial, intimidating objects similarly aimed at them just off in the distance...